She looked for an essence of you
In little things you left behind.
some nights she’d lay with them
thinking of times when everything
seemed so infinite. When the world
was at her fingertips and goodbye
was something she never thought
she’d say. Irony is, that’s how life
works. People come; They go.
Truth is…her heart never really
learned how to let go of someone
Once they’ve had a place there.

(C.C)

Of all creation,
I  gravitate towards you.
Slowly, and utterly vulnerable
no matter how I try to
delay it.
pause it
to stay in solitude,
Where I'm more comfortable  
or at least that's what I tell myself.

Doesn't change the fact that I want you
I want us.

and it scares me.